Summary: He was kissing me the minute I had taken two steps away from the door. No one need ever know what we did when they weren't looking. G/D
A/N: This is about as disturbing to me as "Right and Wrong" was when I wrote it. I am not fond of this pairing. But like the Draco/Hermione story, I felt myself compelled. Hope it's all right. Minor crude language, and slight descriptiveness, nothing huge.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, there would be an eighth book for certain.
Need Ever Know
I turned the doorknob slowly and pushed the door open. I jumped a little when it creaked. I shut the door behind me, and turned the lock, which 'clicked'.
The room was dark, as it always was. It didn't matter who picked the place (though this one was the best so far) or who got there first. It was, oddly enough, the only way either of us could see each other. We couldn't actually see each other.
I knew he was there the minute I entered. I heard his robes scrape softly against the ground as he walked towards me.
He was kissing me the minute I had taken two steps away from the door. My lips split slightly as I sighed against his mouth, but by then he had forgone them in order to lay a trail of kisses up my chin and cheek to my ear. My skin burned where his lips had touched.
"Hey," I breathed, pressing a kiss against his neck.
He grunted, his hands going to the clasp to my robes at my throat.
I pushed his hands away. "Slow down," I told him. "A 'hi' would be nice," I growled.
"I'm not in the mood to talk," he growled back, his voice low and husky.
I stepped back. "So I noticed," I commented dryly.
I felt the air shift and I knew he had crossed his arms. I saw his eyes narrow; they were the only things I could see in that blasted darkness. "Usually you don't mind," he reminded me.
"No, usually I don't," I agreed. "I am in the mood today, however. Your favorite teacher decided to use me as a test dummy today and he managed to upset me. You, as my boyfriend, albeit unofficial, should have a talk with him."
I felt him shudder as he took a step closer and gripped my arms. "Boyfriend?" he repeated. "Don't you mean devilishly handsome and sexy lover? Last time I checked, we weren't dating."
I couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped me. "Well, you are that too, but what would you call what we're doing then?"
He leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "Sneaking around behind everyone's backs and having sex in different rooms."
"Crude, but true," I admitted. "I still wish you would talk to him for me."
"Can't do that," he told me, kissing my neck. "That would confirm that we're actually doing this."
And then, he was kissing me heatedly again. This time when his hands went to the clasp at my neck, my hands were already undoing his.
My thoughts traveled to one strain. We need a couch or a bed or something.
Like all ways, the Room of Requirements didn't ignore my request.
He pushed me onto a large, warm, fluffy bed and my thoughts turned to mush.
I brushed a strand of long red hair out of my face and behind my ear. I opened the door and glanced in both directions. "All clear," I told him and he briskly pushed passed me. I crossed my arms, muttering, "Hmph, so rude." I watched as he walked halfway down the hall. "Good night to you too, Malfoy."
He stopped and turned back around. "Same time and place tomorrow, Weasley?"
"Sounds good." With that I turned around heading back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
No one need ever know what we did when they weren't looking.
FIN